ain't he messy though!
look. i'm grampa!
this here's the desert an' we're right in it!
tom says if it's day it'll cut you gizzard smack out a you. i seen a pitcher once. they was bones ever'place.
some, i guess, but mos'ly cow bones.
git up. i got sump'n to show you.
it's them white things, made outa dish-stuff, like in the catalogues!
come on. ain't nobody gonna say anything.
keep qui'te, will ya! shet your mouth!
lissen. you done busted it. you hear? but lissen here. i won't tell nobody, y'understan'?
i won't-- --if you won't tell what *i* done!